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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
no cure for it prescription.
Out of my mind,
but daily persistence.
My universe is different
no Einstein but gifted.
Decipher genetic code,
in my blood it’s imprinted.
Crucify the wicked,
all sin judged, no different.
We throw stones
claiming we’re the
My downfalls forgiven,
clean slate brand new vision.
Fighting not to survive
but to feel more alive.
Craft a story from the perspective of a twelve-year-old observing it all. For your twist, focus on specific character qualities, drawing from elements we’ve worked on in this course, like voice and dialogue.
Mama asked me to watch Floyd and Luke fa her while she made supper fa us. Daddy wasn’t home yet but he be comin soon. I always had to look afta my brothers, they always knew how to find trouble. Me and Joyce and them could barely talk about how cute Henry Ellis looked at school today without them little rascals interrupting. Today they wasn’t the only one interrupting. That man with the nice black suit, who come around once a month was at Mrs. Pauley’s house with a police man. It look like Mrs. Pauley got herself into some trouble. I don’t know what they was doing to her but she was crying and readin some papers that the man with the nice black suit gave her. Mr. Pauley went to be with the Lord few months back and mama said Mrs. Pauley been having hard times by herself. I only seent Freddie and Jack come around and visit I wonder where the rest of them boys of hers are. When mama makes pie on Sunday she makes me take Mrs. Pauley a piece, she always invite me inside, ask me how school is. She always gives me three peppermints for me and my brothers and a note to give mama. I wish I knew how to help her right now. Daddy was finally pulling up and I know he would help Mrs. Pauley.
“Daddy, daddy!” I rant up and hugged him pointing at Mrs. Pauley’s house.
He picked me up and gave me a kiss smiling as he turned his head and put me down.
“I know baby, I see it,” he said. “Go on and get your brothers and go inside.”
“You gon’ help Mrs. Pauley?” Poking my lip out with my left hand on my hip.
“Yes sweetie, I will.”
I gave him the biggest hug and a warm smile, I knew everything was going to be okay.
“Floyd… Luke… supper ready!!!”
Where do you start?
The urge to move forward but the fear of where to go.
The frustration begins and slowly takes its toll.
Eating you alive from the inside you panic.
Wondering how to contain this endless manic.
In every direction, running every which way.
The course grows longer day after day.
Only those who endure finish as they patiently wait.
No matter how tough or what fears come their way.
Just a couple of minutes to think of what’s next.
Time is limited so you better be quick.
More valuable than gold.
Worth more than money.
It’s all we have, but we think we have plenty.
We share it with those we love and even some we don’t.
We can’t get it back no matter what.
Enjoy what’s left because it will run out.
Stop wasting my time.